Food vendors were all along Mulberry and into Little Italy. The nutella crepes were selling like, um . . . hotcakes. Falafel, kabobs, fresh fruit smoothies, roasted corn on the cob rolled in cheese. Nobody was selling pizza. What's up with that?
Then there was this place...it was like the promised land of gift wrap.
You might wonder . . . who would buy sheets of wrapping paper and fly them 2,500 miles home? In a word - me.